text_original: All was fused in that golden glow of the sun going down sea and land gathered into one transcendent mood of light and colour, as if Mystery desired to bless us by showing how perfect was that worshipful adjustment, whose secret we could never know.
text_transcription: ALL WAS FUSED IN THAT GOLDEN GLOW OF THE SUN GOING DOWN SEA AND LAND GATHERED INTO ONE TRANSCENDENT MOOD OF LIGHT AND COLOR AS IF MYSTERY DESIRED TO BLESS US BY SHOWING HOW PERFECT WAS THAT WORSHIPFUL ADJUSTMENT WHOSE SECRET WE COULD NEVER KNOW
phonemes: ˈɔːl wʌz fjˈuːzd ɪn ðæt ɡˈoʊldən ɡlˈoʊ ʌvðə sˈʌn ɡˌoʊɪŋ dˌaʊn sˈiː ænd lˈænd ɡˈæðɚd ˌɪntʊ wˈʌn tɹænsˈɛndənt mˈuːd ʌv lˈaɪt ænd kˈʌlɚ, æz ɪf mˈɪstɚɹi dɪzˈaɪɚd tə blˈɛs ˌʌs baɪ ʃˈoʊɪŋ hˌaʊ pˈɜːfɛkt wʌz ðæt wˈɜːʃɪpfəl ɐdʒˈʌstmənt, hˌuːz sˈiːkɹᵻt wiː kʊd nˈɛvɚ nˈoʊ.